Oh yes Donuel. All you see are the eyes reflecting the headlights. There are so many nocturnal animals out at night here in the depths of Norfolk. You have to be very careful.

My sister in Scotland (hospital doctor) was called out one night years ago on an emergency. A poor lady had collided with a huge red deer. The antlers had broken the windscreen and pierced the woman's chest. Sadly, she died before they could operate.

Have you ever been driving at night and an animal gets real close but you can not idenitfy it? By the height of the animal I thought it may have been a Wild Turkey but it may have been a little green man for all I know. I've had a couple close calls with deer.

In W Africa, all roadkill is immediately fought over by the hungry folk who seldom get to eat meat. Even sick animals that have collapsed and died (even dogs and rats!) are quickly grabbed, despite the fact they may be diseased or half rotten. Fights have broken out over these corpses.

My husband still can't understand why here in UK a dead muntjac, fallow deer, pheasant, badger, fox, wood pigeon etc lying at the side of the road haven't been snapped up for the pot!

sigh..."adult content". As far as I remember, I started putting stuff on Flickr because that's where some relatives put stuff. I didn't catch on, for quite a while, that Flickr appears to accept just about if not anything. Then the "a.c." warnings started to show up. My links just bring up my stuff; if you want to put some juicy terms in search while you're at Flickr, you can. I haven't seen any adult content warnings when I've brought up YouTube for vintage music or whatever, but, with some of the stuff there, I shudder to think what they've removed for violating their "standards." For cryin' out loud guys, I'm not about to link to open septic tanks.

Dan! I am still waiting on pics. Especially that Casull moose. Awesome, man.

Putting meat on the table when you know it roamed free and lived a good life rather than being in a factory. Then, taking it without trauma... knowing it didn't know what was coming and was 'turned off like a switch'. Saying a prayer of thanks. Taking all that wasn't used back to the spot where it was taken and saying another prayer of thanks to that animal that now feeds our body and our soul, and to it's and our creator. That's hunting. Those that don't hunt don't understand this bond, this respect.

To the vegans, I get it. It's healthy. Good for you. To those that crap on hunters but are not vegans, you don't get it. You never will. Fine with me. Got's ta get me moose, b'y!

Don you should have seen me on the side by side. I believe we can make it through that bog. Buried it into mud up to the doors. Five hours later with help from fellow hunters we got it out lol. I am not allowed to drive it anymore. One of the mountain passes was a shear cliff down to a watery grave. Very sketchy but we made it. Half the wheels were hanging off ugh. Not again up that high but i wanted to explore it

I used to get Birch Partridge = Ruffed Grouse = Bonasa Umbellus. Bonasa means 'good when roasted'. Yup, skewered with a popple or ash branch fresh over an open fire. And blueberries? I pity those who have never picked them on the edge of a bog but only got that crap sold in grocery stores. And raspberries and cranberries and... I miss the woods terribly.

Now, crack a monster, Dan. I hunt vicariously through others these days.

Gnu you will like this story. One of my son in laws friend is a fifth generation Alaskan but like all 30 year olds way over packs for comfort. He said do you have water, I said don’t need it, do you have food, I said don’t need it. After the hunt they are enjoying the tons of shit they hauled up the mountain. I go off a half mile find a spring, go another hundred yards find a sea of blue berries and cranberries. Next to that are two sage grouse. Bam bam two sage grouse over the fire pan of cranberries and my blueberries . I said enjoy your jerky guys. lol he says to my son in law. Your father in law is fucking hardcore lol

In deep snow moose will take short cuts on the Alaska Railroad. In the 80s we had a Winter with exceptionally large snowfalls and the paper would have daily articles on the number of moose killed in a single run of a train. I remember one time it was 80, and that may not have been the highest toll. I believe the trains were slowed down for a time. In recent years there have been no reports of such a high kill count, but I don't know it is due to less snow, successful mitigation on the part of the ARR, or less reportage.

I did read that where possible, the animals were recovered for consumption by the needy, and, of course, when they are not recovered, they are scavenged by wildlife.

They are to me beautiful animals, the quintessential vegetarians of the Great White North. They are what a deer becomes when it gains a thousand pounds.

The great photographer Michio Hoshino took his pictures for Moose in Alaska.

A cow will charge but seldom engage unless you are truly too close to the calf. If you show no 'intent' or back off, she will 'back off'. Now, if you get between her and the calf, for any reason, best be fleet of foot. I once touched a cow on the nose and she had a calf ten feet behind her. It's a long story. Short story... I didn't know they were there and she didn't know I was there (I am a f***ing ninja in the woods). I was on a bull-dozed mound and they were feeding on the edge of it. It was early partridge season and the mound was thick with water birch and popple. We met at arm's length with me on the mound and an 800# momma standing on the level ground while looking me in the eye on the level. I spoke softly, petted her and withdrew. No problem. I have never had a problem with moose. Just gotta 'know' moose.

BTW... if you are out in the open, don't mess with any moose. But, if there is a tree handy, just remember this. They got four legs, you got two. Two legs and a tree beats four legs. >;-)

Jeri, when I see 'meese' it takes me back to that childhood cartoon. NOT Tom and Jerry. I don't recall the name of the cat. But the cat had a big mouth on him, and a funny accent, and went around saying: